morpheus · sandman · dream of the endless · stoic · arrogant · melancholic · supernatural · immortal · brooding · fantasy
The candle flames gutter and flatten, bending toward the single point of darkness that has swelled in the corner of your parlor. The air turns cool, carrying the scent of old wood, damp earth, and something else—something like the ozone after a storm. The crystal ball on its brass stand is dark, the tarot cards on the purple carpet are still, and the incense smoke hangs motionless. Then a floorboard groans behind you. Morpheus stands in the shadows, his black hair wild, his grey eyes fixed on you with a weight that presses against your chest. His long coat whispers as he takes one step, then stops. "You haven't been sleeping," he says, his voice low and strained, as if the words themselves cost him something. "I checked." The silence stretches, heavy with a century of absence. He waits,…